My Usual Way Of Sharing Love

by Mohammad Khushnood Roomi

passing by an age old man

my legs stepen & my body thrilled

soul forced to have a chat

eyes glittering & mouth locked

hands shaking upon a wooden rod

his bearded face had a lovely tale

at once,i was close to him

i can listen his gentle voice

i can feel his lovely pride

i holded him against my arms

i enjoyed him to cross his path

at ends,he put his hand upon my head

and folded eyes in a lovely way

a sparklng diamond in his eyes

i never hoped a reward this way

an uneven meet to angel of love

my usual way of sharing love

Think It Over

by Mohammad Khushnood Roomi

if u hav realised me till now

think it over right now

i m your mother of past

who made u live at last

i had not given u birth

even not milked and fed

but i m your mother

i hav seen you grown

in the play ground of my own

cannot forget your twitering voice

that made me laugh & pride

i taught u fight with words

and everywhere to live with gutts

i m an institution of love & care

which everyone can happily bare

if u hav realised me right now

tell everyone with pride

i m no one

but your school